i hate u! (but i don’t know u)

the thing is, i keep bumping into her. at clubs. at the mall. at zara. and now she’s in the same gym. can die. i think i’m fated to either be more irritated by her looks or be acquainted. i prefer the latter. haha 🙂 of course we don’t exchange hellos or look at each other’s directions because we’re insignificant to each other. i’m a stranger to her as she is to me but the only difference is she doesn’t know i ‘realllllllllly cannot tahan’ her.

i just thought, i’m sure there’s someone out there who don’t know me but can’t stand the sight of me either. she (or he, but i can be quite sure it’s usually a SHE) only knows me by my first name. maybe where i go. or what i do. or who my friends are. but she perceives me as bad/sickening/nauseating/irritating/stupid therefore ‘hates’ me.